The things Fiona just said were definitely what she experienced before.

"Did you die because of school bullying?

" asked Bryce.

Fiona tilted her head and said nothing.

Although Fiona was a ghost, Bryce wasn't afraid of her, not only because he had already seen her a few times but also because she didn't look scary. It was just that her form of existence was a little different from human's.

Today, Bryce listened to Lauren's instructions and wore the uniform of Thomas Johnson High School.

"You can tell us your story. We are strongly opposed to school violence. When I was in junior high, there was a boy in my class who was dark and dumpy. He was ostracized by everyone in the class,

" said Bryce.

"What about You?

" Fiona suddenly interjected.

"Me? At that time, I didn't take it seriously. However, I didn't have a grudge against the boy, so I was just a bystander. I didn't help him, nor did I eject him with other classmates,

" responded Bryce.

Lauren suddenly found that five minutes had passed. This time, Fiona stayed longer.

As Lauren expected, Fiona would be distracted by things about school violence.

"And then? What happened to the boy?

" Fiona continued to ask.

"After that, the boy dropped out of school, and I didn't have news of him. Only when our graduating class was taking photos for the yearbook did we hear that the boy committed suicide. I've never been bullied in school, but I know how serious the consequences are,

" answered Bryce.

Fiona's smile was still cold as if she disapproved of what Bryce said.

"It's true that bullies are at fault, but those who are bullied are a bit too fragile. They cannot blame others for their death because they should have taken control of their own destinies. Don't you think so?

" said Fiona.

Bryce didn't expect that things would turn out this way. He was trying to console Fiona. Why did it seem like she was speaking up for the bullies? Wasn't she a victim herself?

Nobody said anything for a moment. Lauren and Bryce couldn't understand the current situation.

All of a sudden, Fiona smiled, which was different from the previous one. Her smile on the face was kind as if what she said just now was nothing but a joke.

"You said you wanted to help me, right?

" demanded Fiona.

"Yeah. How would you like me to help you? Your soul has been here for 10 years, but you died because of someone else. Therefore, you probably have a chance to reincarnate. I can help you with that,

" said Lauren.

To Lauren's surprise, Fiona shook her head.

"I don't want to reincarnate now. I want to go out and take a look at the outside world first,

" responded Fiona.

"The outside world?

" inquired Lauren.

Her brows twitched.

"Of course you can go out and take a look. In fact, your soul is completely free. See? You have already been outside for a long time,

" said Lauren.

"Yeah. I know that, but I'm not able to leave this room,

" replied Fiona.

"Why is that?

" asked Lauren.

"I died in this room, and someone stuck a thing on the back of the door. Because of it, my soul couldn't float out of the room. Otherwise, I wouldn't be trapped here for so many years,

" answered Fiona.

As Fiona spoke, she pointed to the back of the door with her hand

With her sharp eyes, Lauren saw several scars on Fiona's wrist.

Lauren looked where Fiona was pointing, opened the door, and saw something in the corner.

Lauren took a close look and found it was a piece of paper about the size of a thumb. The paper was stuck in the most inconspicuous place, and it didn't seem to be sticky as a breeze could easily blow the paper around.

The paper was red and white in color, and the words on it were written in a language that Lauren didn't understand.

"The paper looks like it can be removed without effort. How come it hasn't been taken off after all these years? The cleaning lady could have ripped it off easily while working,

" demanded Lauren.

Fiona shook her head and explained,

"Only the right person can pull the paper off.

"

"The right person? What does that mean?

" inquired Lauren.

"The one who stuck the paper on the back of the door told me that I could only be free when someone saw me, understood my situation, and helped me take the paper off. However, in the past 10 years, no one has ever been able to see me, nor did anyone get to learn about my story. Hence, the paper wouldn't fall off no matter how unsticky it was,

" responded Fiona.

"So you mean you can be set free and leave this room as long as Lauren removes the paper, right?

" asked Bryce.

Fiona nodded.

"That's right. You guys have heard my story.. If you really want to help me, all you have to do is gently pluck the paper and it will fall off,

" replied Fiona.